Dark chase

chapter 15

a guide from Hell

    The sheriff was sitting on his chair in his office quietly, watching out of the window, seeing the bold men with huge muscles lifted up the box which was fulfiled with weapons and walked to the weapons storage room. He had checked many of them in Kingsley weapons-making factory and their quality were all good, at least no damage and not easy to break.

    He walked out of his office and saw some policemen were stapling s long piece of paper on the wall, it said '' Ring the christian bell, and fight our way to Hell. Even though we will be turned to a skeleton, and the path will be darkened. The liberators we will be, are praying to Thee.''

    ' Hard work, huh?' the sheriff said as he gave them a wild smile.

    ' Not too hard when I thought of the ones who sacrificed in the battle that night.' One of them answered while he was standing on the staircase swaying.

    The sheriff was now satisfied with his men. They were now high in morale. They had special training five times a week. However, Dark hadn't appeared for five days. What had he been doing so far?

     He was now so bored, sometimes he might want another strange thing happened. He turned on the air-conditioner and switched on the television.' I wonder what happened today.' he muttered to himself. He pressed on the third button and the TV screen immediately showed the news broadcast.

     He gasped and gulped when he saw the pictures. A man with black cloak standed on the road and kept blasting fire cannons to the buildings and the pedestrians. ' It is Macara Road in Chee Chuk Town ( not in Spring Town luckily), we could see that this man was very destructive. He was blowing up things and people. Police came to fight him but they just can't shoot him dead. Some of them even died under this monstrous man's fire cannons.' a reporter was hiding in a corner to avoid being attacked or even seen by the man.

    ' No! No!!! This isn't true! This should not be true!' the sheriff increased his voice as he spoke. ' What 's matter, aghhhhh.' one of the police who had been painting came in his offices and saw the man in black cloak firing fire cannons to everywhere. ' Guys, come here. look at this.' Soon a swarm of people squeezed into the door and saw the terrible scenes. ' This makes me chilled.' ' Me too.' ' This is so evil, I don't even want to have a glimpse of that.' trembling voice was tingling in the air.

    ' Human will get screwed, human species will ended up soon. We have to stop this.' the sheriff gave the conclusion of the terrible thing that happened.' We have to clean up their nest just like usual.'

    'But where is it anyway? We can't clean up a place that we didn't know the location of it.'  one of them offered a question.

    ' I hope there is a miracle.' the sheriff said when he was staring up to the blue sky by the window.

    It was evening that suddenly his walki-talki vibrated vigoriously. The sheriff lifted the walki-talki up to his mouth and asked.' Does anything happen?' ' Yes, a man in ragged cloth was begging to see you.' one of the guards answered. ' I will go down to see him now.' he said. ' Better with weapon.' the guard suggested. So he put his pistol under the belt.

    He went to see the wearing-ragged-cloth-beggar. The man's eyes were hollow and giving people a feeling of greyness, making people shake with fear and desperation. He got a wrinkle on his forehead, it seemed to tell people that he was a wise and intelligent man. But his hair was still dark just like the sheriff himself. Elder didn't get really-like-this-dark hair. His ragged clothing was a material that the sheriff hadn't seen before, a living black dragon flying in the cloth and a man with evil face stand beneath the dragon and he was stepping on someone's head, simply a prisoner. He wanted to touch the cloth but the wearing-ragged-cloth-beggar said.' Don't even try to touch it, or you will be cursed, Smith the sheriff, my angel who fought against Satan.'

    The sheriff froze in shock. This sound was so familiar. The guards next to him also formed a O-shape by his mouth. ' Jack! You are Jack!' The wearing-ragged-cloth-beggar nodded hard and fell on the ground and fainted. The guards and the sheriff sent him back to the medical room and opened the fan in order to let him woke up faster.

    Jack was surely having a serious nightmare, no, 'noonmare' as he kept screaming.' Tom, I can't let you sacrifice yourself! I am not going to go out and you are not going to be souless.'. Even the sheriff shook him by using the strength of the hundred-arms-monster ( a monster in Mythology, helping Gods to fight the Titans.). Jack suddenly jumped and his head hit the ceiling and faint again, not with screaming this time.

  It was hours after he fainted again without screaming. He finally woke up. ' Why are you always screaming Tom in your dream and you said he is souless now. Is it true?' the sheriff asked. Jack sobbed.' Yes, he sacrificed himself in order to let me out of the prison. He said I will be the guide to lead you all to the entrance of Hell.' The sheriff asked in so great curiosity.' Where is it?' Jack answered with so much effort like he wanted to faint out again.

' Go in the really middle of Gobi Desert, go you sheepy human and let us treat you like a nice dessert. If only the ones who have relationships with this wonderful underHeaven , this place would crack with a hole open.'

  ' So it is at the really middle point of Gobi Desert but how we manage to find it. We could all get lost in the desert.' the sheriff said.

  ' I had prepared for this before I came. I talked with a warden there and I got a GPS which can lead us to the entrance of Hell.' Jack sounded a lot better now.' Have you guys prepared for the fight?'

  The sheriff and the guards answered strongly. ' Yes, we will take revenge for our brothers. We will chase Dark even he goes to the edge of the sky.'

  Jack said softly.' Our brothers haven't died yet. They were in a prison, waiting to be souless. The monsters there doesn't kill people, they just suck out your soul and you will in unconciousness forever. No hope, no thoughts and no minds.'

  The sheriff said.' So what you want to say is... is Tom is souless now. If we find him, will he recognise us?'

   Jack said sadly.' I guess not. He sacrificed himself to let me out of the prison.' Then tears streamed down his cheeks.

   The sheriff nodded. He then told the guards to announce that Jack has come back to us. And tell them that they were going to clear Dark's nest.

   Clark! Clark! The police stand in a single form. They were so straight like a bamboo. They faced the stage and the sheriff walked up the stage. He saluted the police and the police saluted him. He spoke loudly.' Let us welcome our special guest to the stage. He is not a stranger. Let us invite him to the stage!' the police and the sheriff clapped their hands and some of the cops were whispering to the others ears, guessing who would be the special guest.

   Jack slowly walked up the stairs. He dressed in a police uniform but with a hat like what Michael Jackson had worn. He said he wanted to keep mysterious. He turned his head to the crowd and the crowd gave him a horror look. Someone even pointed at him and swung it slightly. Jack cleared his throat and said.' First, I want to say is I am not a ghost. A ghost didn't have shadow but I have it. I am Jack. Our brother Tom sacrificed himself to save me. He told me to come out to lead you to attack the nest of Dark. Mr.Smith already knew what happened and he prepared the best weapons to kill the monsters inside. To Tom's sacrifice, we will fight Dark and clear his nest!' The cops seemed to agree with him that he wasn't a ghost because they also shouted.' Fight Dark and clear his nest!'

  Jack gazed at Smith and gave him a broad smile. They both knew the were going to attack and they had to win this bloody game.

  

  

Dark chase

chapter 14

 

Kingsley weapons-making factory

 

     It was peaceful today, at least there wasn't a tragic happened. Because of this, the sheriff could go to Kingsley guns-making factory to have a look what's going on. Bob, whose father worked in Kingdley guns-making factory, and him went to the garage where was beside his white and big house to take his Ford car.

     The sheriff started the engine and drove off.

     Time flies, it was soon when they approached the factory. It didn't get a big chimney on the roof top and he could say that it was short but long. Its wall was painted in golden colour. They marched towards the gate. It said ' Since 1932 '. ' Your father must have worked for a long time in the factory.' the sheriff deduced. ' Umm, you can say that.' Bob answered.

     After they had entered the main gate, they walked slowly on a path which only took them one minute to reach the door. They opened the door and the sound of burnishing iron immediately sneak out though the small gap.

    It was a really really big factory, the sheriff thought in shock. You actually couldn't see the end of the factory because it was too long. The workers were dressed in a specially made uniform. Bob said this uniform could prevent high compressing pressure, high temperature and the like. Bob also said that the factory wanted to stay in tradition, which meaned hand-made, but the development of the machines was too fast and the salary of workers were too expensive, so it changed since 1979.  It bought machines and hired a few workers ( 30 workers roughly) to run the machines.

   When he was observing the factory's structure and running process, Bob's father came out. ' How glad I see you, son. And this is...' he said. ' Mr. Smith the sheriff, my boss. ' Bob's father's face was being stuck a golden paper, shining with delight. ' You are my son's hero, he keeps the news that you caught the criminals in the past. And it is super glad to meet you, Mr. Smith.' he pulled his hand out of his pocket and shook hands with the sheriff.

  ' What can I help you?' he asked politely, still in a bit excitement.

  ' I want some weapons and your son told me about you.' the sheriff responded.

  'Did he?'  Bob's father looked at Bob as he talked.

 ' Yes.' the sheriff answered.

 ' Do you have the design of the weapons?'

 ' It's here.' he then handed the design of the weapons to him.' Can this be made?'

 ' Oh! Holy crab! Police using the bows to shoot arrows with holy water inside, this is so nonsense. And a stake with Jesum( Latin, in English means Jesus.) erected on it. What do you mean? Are you going to kill vampires like Dracula, it doesn't exist at all!'

 ' We are not going to kill vampires but , demon.'

 'Oh, you belived in Christianity. You thought that we got devils and gods...'

 ' Hey! Dad, we need the weapons.' Bob interrupted.

 ' Anyway, though this is so preposterous, I would help you to make the weapons. I think the bows are not easy to hold so I will make a little improvement.' Bob's father gave them a confident smile.

 ' It is my honour to meet you.'

 ' Me too.'

 They shook hands again.

 ' Ah, what is the cost of the weapons?'

 ' Oringinal price, $7800, but I would like to give you a small discount. The new price will be $7000.'

 ' Thank you very much, and can you freight them to the police station? I will pay it.'

 ' Sure! no problem.'

 Then, they waved hand and said goodbye. The sheriff and Bob walked slowly back to the door and left this place in burnishing sond.




























 

   

Dark chase

chapter 13

 

a great discovery

 

     It was the morning assembly again, all the policemen stood straightly, although their face was weary. They were waiting for the sheriff to walk up the stairs to the big wooden crate. But they called it a stage in order to make it more respectful.

 

 

     Here he came, his feet was pounding heavily and the policemen could hear him from far away. They stood more straight. He finally came in sight. He wore a black T-shirt. Obiviously because of the death of the policemen. He walked up the stairs slowly and spoke to the microphone loudly.

    ' It was really a great pity that some of our fighters left us. They were kind, brave and had a heart of sacrifice. They died because they wanted to save us. What should we do in order to complete their dream? We should fight! Answer me "yes".'

    Silence.

    Then, a policeman raised his hand and said,' But we would surely lose. He is too strong.'

     ' Of course, he is strong but this doesn't mean we will lose entirely. I did a little research about him yesterday night.' the sheriff responded his doubt.

    ' But we don't get any files of him!' the police man offered another doubt.

    ' Yes, I didn't get any files of him. But I was curious about Charles. You all know he was being turned to 'rock' that night. But Dark had tried to wipe him out into darkness, but he couldn't. So he only got a choice to turn him to a 'rock'. Next day, I studied him very seriously and I found the cross. We know that he was a earnest christian. So I compared him with the others whom disappeared. I found that the others didn't get a cross, or believe in any religion. This is the point.'  he finished his speech by hit his fist hardly on his other hand.

  ' So you think we could only beat him if we are christians.' one of them asked doubtfully.

  ' This is the only way I found to beat him. Also, we won't surely win. He might turn us to rock, just like poor Charles.' the sheriff said.

  ' Then what are you going to do?'

  ' First we would like some brave men and men with a heart to take a revenge for the lost brothers.'

  A crowd shot up their hand.

  ' Good! Then I would need weapons. They are not like the normal ones. They will be very speacial beacause they would be added by some christian's elements.  We need crosses with a sharp end which can stab a person dead, holy water and bibles. Of cause, the holy water cannot be wasted, so I put some holy water in a mini tube and this will be the "bullets" of the "guns".'

  ' Are you sure that would killed him?'

  ' I think it will be okay."

  ' Ummmm, I think I can help you a little bit. My father works in guns-making factory. I can tell him to make those guns.' it was Bob, he had been showing off for this for many years.

 ' Good! I will pay for it. Where are your father working at?'

 ' Kingsley guns-making factory.'

 ' Okay! I will contact him as soon as possible. Ah, can you invite your father to come? I think I will get some problems of making the design of the weapons.'

 Bob's face was red and he answered,' of course!'



Dark chase

chapter 12

a great loss

     ' Oh! It is 7:26 now, only four minutes left.' the sheriff muttered.' Everyone on your positions now.' he commanded to the cops that were practising their shooting.  Now, the snipers went to the rooftop, they placed their sniper riffle toward the main gate. Then the rifflemen moved behind the columns and walls, and stared outside the main gate. The ones who held SMG and shotgun lied on the ground or squatted behind a bench. The sheriff went to lock the gate up. They all prepared for a hard fight.

     But even with much enthusiastic, it was no use if their enemy didn't come. The stranger hadn't come for nearly a hour. Their legs were all prickle in pain. Their bones seemed to glue together. When they moved, their bones would reluctantly gave them a 'clark' sound. 'ahhhh!' they would yell in their heart. The sheriff was thinking hard, what was the man going to do?

     When they nearly put down their gun and went back to their office to have a cup of cofee, the sheriff 's interphone spoke .' Left hand side of the main gate! A shadow.' the sniper exclaimed not-so-loud in the interphone. Then, the legs, the body and the head appeared. However, it was sure that the top of the man wasn't a head, it was the top of a cloak. He wore a black cloak. Just like what the people had described.

     ' Ready for your shot, snipers.' the sheriff tell the snipers. The snipers then lifted their sniper riffle higher. ' Shoot him after he came inside our plaza.' the sheriff bade. The interphone then spoke quietly. ' Copy that.'

     The stranger didn't stop outside. He lifted one of his hand and turned, the lock followed his movement and turned. It crumpled and destroyed itself easily. The interphone spoke again. ' Sir, have you seen something like this before?' The sheriff froze, his answer was ' NO ', but he replied the sniper.' Concencrate.'

     The man slowly walked in. He kept looking down. He might not want the others saw his face. Now, the cops noticed the man was holding something tightly in his arm. It was a medium size dog, but with green flickering eyes. ' Ah, look like that they don't want me to open the door without permission.' The man was in a monologue, then he shouted,' Hey guys, sorry for interruption but I wanted to ask, where are you guys?  Do you want to play hide-and-seek? Oh so childish.' ' We are here. Fire now, snipers.' the sheriff muttered to the interphone.

     Ten bangs. Bullets were flying rapidly toward the head of the man. But the man was still standing. The cops saw the man's notrils got two bullets, mouth got three, hands got four and butt got 1. ' Oh sorry, my reflexes are really really good.' the man smiled. Then he floated on the air and let the air lifted him up to the rooftop and spoke again, ' But your guns have betrayed you.' He threw his cloak to the air and turned. The darkness again. When dim lights were found again, the ten snipers were all vanished in sight. The man too. Then, he appeared in mid-air and slowly landed on the ground.

     ' You goes to hell now!' the sheriff shouted and all the riffles, shotguns, SMGs appeared. They took a aim on the man and the man spoke,' Sure, I often goes to Hell. It is beautiful there and your ten friends have gone to Hell.' Then, bullets flying again. 'Oh! not this again.' the man complained. He let the dog go and started sucking hard with his mouth open. The shooting stopped. The cops were staring at him, waiting for his fall. However, the man laughed,' Hey sheriff, you got really talent shooters. But the bellets were in mt little tummy now. You know, they are really yummy.' The cops were now completely shocked. How can bullets be yummy? ' But I found you guys really annoying, so Prueeeeee!' the man shouted.

   The dog attacked first. It opened its mouth and showed its bloody teeth. But what so horrible was the next. The Fire of Hell. Flames were coming out of its mouth. They were actually green, just like the beast's eyes. Everyone was trying to avoid the fire but it was too destructive, no one could stop this monstrous flames. If you dared to touch the flames, you will changed into ash. So were the fighting police, five of themm had benn changed to ash.

   While the beast was attacking, the man kept appearing and disappearing. More cops were brought to nowhere. The sheriff was worried, he couldn't think of a way to destroy this two things, they were indestructible. Suddenly, the beast gave low and loud growl. It made the whole police station quake.
The man walked fast to the beast and the beast seemed to tell his master something. Then the man pointed a finger to Charles, who had been fighting with the beast, and pressed forward. Charles froze, just like a human-shape rock. He couldn't roll his eyes, move his mouth. He was just a rock now. Then, the man turned to face the beast again and said something. Finally, these two immortals vanished in sight. Left the darkness.

    What had just happened? they disappeared. The two destructive things had just gone away, how delighted. But the cops weren't. They had four of the fighters became ash. In their words, they were ' died in honour' . Of course, they died in honour. They fought the Things and dead. But they lost their life just for a little fight. They left their wives and went away forever. They could never enjoy their later life. And the people who were brought away, Jack, Tom... They were the good guys and the two things were the bad guys. They wouldn't loss. But they did. And for Charles, this little poor child, he would be the 'statue of fighting with faith' and being placed in the centre of the plaza.

    They were all submerged into sadness. But they had to fight against the two things. They had to rearrange for it. So they held a simple furneral and let the dead person's family members attebd it.  The family members didn't know about the whole event, they knew only their beloved person dead in a fight.

   

    

Thank you for reading

   Of course, I was surprised when I found that my blog which post novels has finally reached 100.  I would continue to write more and more. And the most important thing is, go to my blog more and read more stories. Last thing, Thank You!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dark chase

chapter 11

 

the defending plan

 

     The sherriff looked at his watch, half past five, the stranger might came after half past 7. He yelled to the police ,' Hey you guys, finish your tea now! We would talk about our plan in detail five minutes later and get our gun and practise shooting in the Police Military base, yes the long one.' He then walked into the Police Military base to wait for them.

 

     ' Salute!' all the police shouted at the same time. ' Uh, salute. Okay then, now I will talk about the plan in detail. First we need ten snipers ready on the rooftop of the West Wing, South Wing, East Wing and North Wing building. Snipers will be elected in the shooting practise. If you are one of the snipers, you will wait for my signal to shoot. I would give you a interphone and when I says " shoot ", you can shoot. Okay?' the sheriff said solemnly. The crowd of police nodded.

 

     ' Okay, then I will continue. After the snipers have shot, the intruder will turn to face the snipers. Then, the ones who hold shotgun and SMG will use supressing fire to kill him. The ones who hold assault riffle and sniper riffle will also support us by firing at him far. Then, of course, he will be dead.' the sheriff continued.

 

     ' What if the man is a supernatural?' a cop called Charles asked.

 

     ' I don't think there will be any.' the sheriff ansered.

 

     ' But...' Charles wanted to continue.

 

     ' We have tried our best.' the sheriff interrupted

Dark chase

chapter 10

 

a threatening phone call

  

      'Ding...ding...ding!' the sheriff's office phone rang. The sheriff picked up the phone and said.' Hey dude! When you phone me, I am actually taking a nap. Okay then, what shit have you got?' And a icy cold voice answered.' Sheriff, you should treasure that piece of paper that Jack had given to you because I am going to meet you tonight. And what I want say is I never eat my words. Good luck to all of you.'  The talk had ended, the sheriff put the phone down and started thinking about the words,'you should treasure that piece of paper that Jack had given to you because I am going to meet you tonight.' Oh it was a threat, oh I was scared, little bun bun.

     He slowly closed his eyes, just for a sleep. However, he couldn't sleep because of the man's voice and what he said. Meet? Meet? what did the man mean, he thouht, who was the man? His voice was so cold like ice in South Pole. And why he said good luck to all of us. These were his questions, these were all mysteries. He finally slept, slept in uneasy. He dreamed of a vampire dog. It drank his blood and he tried to escaped. He punched it and it released his lock on his neck. He ran and suddenly a dark figure appeared. It was a giant. The giant pointed his finger to him and slowly said.' I said I will meet you tonight.'  and he suddenly felt the pain, a pain that would make his lungs exploded.

     ' Noooooooo!' The sheriff screamed and woke in this 'noonmare'. Sweat all over his body.  He could feel his heart thumping like a crazed hammer. No way! it would not happen, not in my police station, he thought . ' I won't believe this, this is nonsense!' He screamed again and again. And suddenly came Perry's voice,'Sorry, are you okay?'  The sheriff answered,' of course, I am okay! Hey, can you call the police to hall after three minutes.' Perry seemed to a bit confused, but then.' Okay!' And he hurried off the office.

    'Here they come, sir.' Perry said when a bunch of police came in the hall, ready for the sheriff's speech. They grabbed a seat and sat down and waited for the arrival of the sheriff. Suddenly, lamps shone on the stage and the sheriff walked onto the stage slowly, then stopped. He cleared his voice and said.' First, I want to say this meeting is very important. Now, I will show you my phone talk with a strange man today afternoon.' He clicked the tape and it began all over again.
  
   'Sheriff, you should treasure that piece of paper that Jack had given to you because I am going to meet you tonight. And what I want say is I never eat my words. Good luck to all of you.'

     The sheriff turned his body and face the police again.' What do you think about this? I hope you can be more active.' Several hands shot up into the air. ' Xandes please.'

     ' According to my common sense, if a person doesn't think laws are important, they are going to do these things. I think he is a insane person.' 'Ummmm, okay this is good, next person please. Jordan, my favourite thinker!'

     '  I think Xandes is right. This man may get a plan to do a thing and he will be very dagerous. And he told us to treasure the piece of paper that Jack has given to us, this makes me feel a bit frightened. And he stressed the word Good luck means that he is determined to do this. I think we also need a plan to face this man.'

    'Good job, Jordan. So after this phone talk, I have a plan. I suggested that we would lurk outside the police station, wait for him. And when he arrives, we would catch him easily.'

    ' What about the "supernatural"?' Jordan asked.

    ' We would be more careful. And tonight might be the strangest and the most dangerous day in our police life.'